[Warcloud:] The maid was in the garden, hangin' out the clothes While I crept up and shot her dead in the nose Message in a bottle, violent as our records spin One stranded couple terrorized by backwoods men A young man home from reform school, now a burglar Since sixth graders suspect their principal is a murderer A man investigates the death of his twin brother Three kids search for their missin' parents and cover A nightclub owner, schemes against mobsters Four congressmen turn out to be impostors Five teens try to track down the jewel thief One little boy, knocked out another's teeth Successful script writer becomes a heroin addict A surgeon and his ex-wife slaughtered by a mechanic A barroom boss and they lost, threw it to the hospital A little girl found a fly inside a popsicle Two bored Indians become bank robbers A cop searchin' for the killers of his father A rapper's lifestyle of sex, drugs and booze A highway man, swindles a drunker's booth A homeless in a dumpster, and finds a new pair of shoes An injured jazz musician, dead on the news A housewife entangled in lies and domestic abuse A dirty politician tries to rub out his opponents The outside man fought another man in the rain A business woman had to smooth for the correct spelling of her name A skinhead who lead a fierce biker gang Involved in white slavery and Mr. Avery was never neighborly, romancin', a jackpot He killed his wife and drove to Vegas wit her head in a hat box [Chorus x4: Warcloud] One candy apple, two white chocolates, three blueberries [Warcloud:] She had rings on her fingers and bells on her toes She would have music wherever she goes Seven ladybugs on a honeydew, for crummy you Mystic rhymes straight from candy house wit a gummy roof I got a Tommy gun that shoots eggs, and I'll put it down Pop you on the shoulder wit a large revolver and laugh Warcloud's warpath is a conquer that ever last Like tea cakes and crumpets, shiny, right turk gold trumpets Gold's in the compass, pilotin' and airship One sea of clouds, they drop an axe on you now Shadow on the barn wall, float a newspaper boat Juice bars and fudge sticks, roller coasters and ferris wheels [Chorus x4] [Warcloud:] There was a young lady, my wife, who disrespect And the first day I met her she had a ribbon around her neck And she wore that ribbon for years and hear the flutes When I asked her to remove it, she'd always have excuse One stormy night, while we were in bed I snatched the ribbon off and off rolled her head I laughed my self to sleep, the room spun around like a record [Chorus x4]